That is not what I do
(anyone else listen to way too much Ani when they were 19 and angsty? no, just me? ok then…)
Diana brought it up this morning, so I just thought I’d share
I don’t put pictures of myself on the blog a ton.
Because this is what I look like in the morning
(I’d actually been awake for an hour when I took that picture. So that’d be an improvement over my start of the day face. I woke up with eyes so puffy it look like I’d been punched. Hard. But they weren’t quite as rad by the time I took a picture.)
I also don’t always show you my food because, well, it aint pretty
And it’s more fun to take pictures of pretty things. It’s like how your parents frame more of your baby pictures than your sullen eleventeen year old pictures. We like the pretty.
But I eat lots of un-pretty
(Poor schools ’round here get snacks provided-which is awesome. But, for some stupiiiiid reason they’ll do things like give us a giant bag of whole kiwis. With no napkins. Or spoons. Or anything else. Just whole kiwis. I’m an adult, and even I made a mess eating that. Kiwi day is always a fun one.)
Also not pretty is my compost bowl in the background. Rad.
So, you know, for every picture of me where I don’t look like I’m homeless, there’s about 5 days where the best compliment my fiance can come up with is “wow! Your hair is clean today!”
(he really does tell me that. And it’s in a surprised voice, every time)
And for every breakfast like this
there’s a bowl of cement.
Do you keep the not so cute pictures of yourself off the blog? Or the not so pretty food?